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... Clouds, killing relentlessly and moving closer.
Zhao Shourui pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering, then he waved a large hand.
Wang Jian jumped down from the bronze battle chariot, grabbed a rotted warhorse, mounted it, raised his halberd, and galloped away in a cloud of dust!
Soldiers who couldn't dodge were crushed to pieces, their remains trampled into the ground. Facing the Taoist who was fiercely breaking through the formation, the phosphorescence in Wang Jian' ...
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